Stupid Boy :]
She probably should not have stabbed the cadaver as much as she did. Erin grimaced and picked up her wand, fixing the mess she'd made and pushed the body back into the wall of cabinets of the laboratory. That was the third time she'd done that today, and it was probably a good idea to just go home and forget about work, but Avis was out for some training session with the new aurors (Will was an official auror! Erin was so proud!), and she needed to be in charge.

Erin let out a breath and started back to the main tables, tying up her hair (which was a mess, holy shit--) and slipping off the lab robes because she'd splattered...something, on them. Ugh. Her eyes drifted across the room to her desk where she'd left her journal and...sighed. She wasn't very proud of herself, but at least she'd gotten a reaction from Rafe, right? It was something and...she...didn't know. She still didn't know what to do.

Fucking--stupid quidditch. Stupid cup, stupid team. Erin couldn't fathom hating a sport this much, but she was quite sure she could do without ever hearing the word quidditch again in her life.

She propped up onto a stool and swiveled around slowly as her shoulders slumped; as much as she hated to admit it, she missed that stupid boy.